The title 'Heart Strutter' comes from song lyrics by a previously favorite band of mine called Loudermilk, "lover suffer a heart shaped like strutter." The idea felt so akin to wearing your heart on your sleeve in this brilliant new way that felt perfect for a personal blog. The combination of words, though, was created by a good friend. Like my passions and interests, my posts are varied, capricious, and ever-changing. Sometimes I write about fashion, cosmetics, and beautiful things. Other times I just create lists or then suddenly feel inclined to pour my heart out. But always I write cautiously or vaguely.

[: Hahah. Elizabeth is the best. If she were a guy, I’d marry her. Lmao.

I changed my mind. Shopping does make me happy. It’s been a while since I’ve gone shopping to just … spend money. My purchases:

$200+ on M•A•C makeup required for dance.

Anne Klein sunglasses that actually look nice on me. o:

Black Adidas. I really wanted the white&green ones but I need the black ones for a hip hop dance. Aww.

The artist at M•A•C put the makeup on me and afterwards I didn’t recognize my face. Ahaha. It was kinda odd. And then when I wore the sunglasses I was thinking, “Who the heck is that?” and it was me. xD; The reason MAC is good for performances is because it stays on well. AND the reason for THAT is because it was originally used on corpses. Of course, it’s not the same consistency now, but those are its origins. Freaky, but interesting. Make-up makes me feel girly. Is this a good thing? Hm.

I tried on a new pair of jeans my lil` brother bought. ZOMG. They fit! Haha. Boy jeans make me feel gangster. D: Funny how both his shoes and clothes fit me. I’ve even “borrowed” one of his Green Day shirts. Mwuahaha. xD;

I had a strange dream last night. My dream was that I got married, but then my husband went to war and I received a message that he died. Like 10 years later I was at some store and I saw him! Our eyes met and it was like the weirdest thing in the world. Neither of us knew where the other had been. Afterwards I moved in with him in another state in some country-like city/town. He owned a store and I … was working on math homework. Hahah. There was a formula I could not figure out for the life of me and he knew what it was but he refused to tell me. Although we were back together we didn’t know how to speak to each other and even when we talked it just wasn’t the same. I woke up so sad. But I know where the math formula came from – one of the SAT math problems that I just didn’t understand because I was too brain-dead to bother solving. The other stuff holds a meaning to me, too. Grrrrr. Whateverrr.

You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you
I know it makes no difference
To what you’re going through
But I see the tip of the icebergAnd I worry about you…

2 thoughts on “An ill wind comes arising”

shopping makes me happy =D ~! too bad i don’t have any money -_-;; and i live in the suburbs = no transport x__x wellllllll at least i go to school downtown.
haha… i don’t think i’ve ever worn make-up before… yep… i got really scared after i read that article about people who wore it and then they had like skin problems XD probably won’t happen now but still (i’m oh so wimpy).
there’s an MAC store near my school and my mom (yes. my mom. *dies*) went in there and being a typical asian mom she was like WOAHHHHH THIS IS SOOOO EXPENSIVE (but in chinese >__>)

aww… good luck on SAT’s ^__^ (woohoo… i’m probably too stupid/poor to get into anything ivy league anyways)

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